Twenty-Eight
“ANNA, WHAT’S THIS?”
Anna turns from the counter where she’s washing up the breakfast dishes. “Well, now, I’m not the detective Helen is or even the detective you think you are, but I think that’s a newspaper.”
I snort. “Anna, I will be so glad when this damn—”
“—no cursing in the Rectory, Tom—”
“—bazaar is over. It’s making you cranky. I know it’s a newspaper. I mean this article.”
In a world of digital publications, the Myerton Bugle is stubbornly holding onto the tradition of print. Oh, they have a website, and most people probably get their town news from there, but Saint Clare’s has had a standing subscription with the paper for nearly the entire one hundred-odd years of its existence. What was once a daily publication went to a weekly schedule a couple of years ago
